Daftie Quotes & Sayings

Anybody can be a role model, anybody can. — Selena

I cut my eyes to the alley. Ranger was still there, doubled over the steering wheel, shaking with laughter. — Janet Evanovich

Iain?"
"Mmm?"
"If the bairn is a lass, I'd like to name her after our mothers - Mara Elesaid."
"'Tis a bonnie name. And if 'tis a laddie?"
"Then we shall name him after his father."
"Och, well, 'tis a grand idea. And what name would that be?"
"You daftie! — Pamela Clare

Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads. — Erica Jong

After I left school, where I studied art, photography and textiles at A-level, I started doing an apprenticeship in interior design, but I wasn't really enjoying it very much, so I decided to do something creative, and in 2009, I began blogging. — Zoe Sugg

I am interested in the conventions of picture-making, in the desire to picture the world and in our relationship, our continual love for and fascination with pictures. — Uta Barth

You don't have to sin to be carnal. People who are carnal just means they make all their decisions based on their senses. — T.D. Jakes

A simple democracy is the devil's own government. — Benjamin Rush

It would take a real daftie to forget that, Sassenach," he said. "I may be lacking practice, but I havena lost all my faculties yet. — Diana Gabaldon

I am from the working class. I am now what I was then. No amount of balsamic vinegar and Prada handbags could make me forget what it was like to be poor. — Sue Townsend

As you climb to success over the dead, don't alienate the living. — Kris Waldherr

But art is not relative to perfection in any tangible sense. It is our coarse antennae trembling blindly as it traces the form of Origin, tastes the ephemeral glue welding us, yearning after the secret of ineluctable evolution, and wonders what this transformation will mean. In my mind, here was the best kind of art - the kind hoarded by rich and jealous collectors in their locked galleries; hidden from the eyes of the heathen masses, waiting to be shared with the ripe few — Laird Barron

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit. — Robert Frost